Atellus tilted his head somewhat as they approached the Chimera. He knew what it was, and he'd seen them enough times to recognize one, but... He'd never actually been in one before. He clambered in, taking a seat by a corner near the door with his lasrifle set besides him, and surveyed his new surroundings. It was cramped, he decided. He had always been more used to wide and open spaces, grand halls, filled with flamboyant decorations. The captain always did have a taste for the more extravagant things in life, and any shuttle he'd been in was much roomier than this, unless they were filled to the brim for some emergency action of course, but that was something that seemed to rarely happen.

He turned his head down, hiding the fact that he was glancing at everyone from under the visor of his helmet as he quietly listened along to the conversation, noting the subtle. glances to and fro by the other members of the Inquisitor's retinue. It seemed quite a number of looks were being thrown the Interrogator's way, but he supposed that wasn't too strange. She was a member of the Inquisition, though Atellus wondered why the same wasn't done towards Inquisitor Xersus. Possibly because of his higher rank? People were afraid to even catch his eye perhaps?

Several conversations seemed to be starting up at the moment. Christus seemed to be starting up some sort of group prayer, as the Magos started a conversation with the Psyker about his experience in the Guard. Meanwhile, another conversation had started up on the subject of a some hive gang who might have some information on the Navigator that they were currently seeking. Atellus supposed he should be unsurprised that crime was an issue here... He'd dealt with his own fair share of gangs before too. He kept his thoughts to himself though, staying silent, largely unwilling to speak with so many other strangers who were already talking amongst each other.

In order to quietly pass the time, Atellus drew his knife and glanced over the designs on both sides of the blade. The blade itself was pitch black, dark as the night, with a number of small, silver, engravings littering both sides of the blade... Stars. He ran a finger over the flat of it, feeling the tiny dips in the metal from the engravings.